The sun rises and everyone residing in this urban oasis, except for those in the casinos who may have forgotten the idea of night and day, goes back to their hotel rooms and homes. A night’s work and life of a bachelor or bachelorette is over and it’s time to regain the energy that was drained while partying, shouting, laughing, getting high, standing for long hours, getting tossed in mid-air, or gyrating on top of tables. In 12 hours or less, Las Vegas will get ready for another night of exuberance and excesses. But for now, sweet dreams.
It was December 7, 2014. My very first morning in continental America. Well, my first sunrise outside Asia, actually.